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The man shrugged and half turned away from Rafe as if he were planning to continue along the path. “A cruel, heartless man with a kind, generous heart. Nonsense. Utter nonsense. The only logical answer is that you drove this amazing creature away. You’ve done it to yourself, and I have no sympathy for you.”
The man took one step, and Rafe lunged, grabbing a handful of his coat. He pulled while collapsing, trapping his companion in his lap. There was no chance to move. His arms wrapped around his prey, pulling him in as close as possible.
Rafe dipped his head, nuzzling that perfect, pale throat. He opened his mouth, dragging fangs across the fluttering artery just begging to be pierced. So close to having that hot, rich blood pouring down his throat, stealing that bit of his lover to hold inside of himself for all time.
“Rafe…” His name was a pleading, needy sound that urged him on.
“Philippe,mon amour, how could you say such things about me?” Rafe whispered against his flesh. “Even uttering the words that I would drive you away is too mean.”
Philippe tipped his head back, providing Rafe with better access to his throat. His silken locks spilled over Rafe’s hand, tempting him to capture them in his fist. Rafe lifted his head enough to see that Philippe’s lips were parted, revealing his sharp, white fangs.
“Are you not cruel as well?” Philippe whispered, seeming to lose himself to Rafe’s kisses. “Accusing me of wandering away from you.”
“I—”
“Is this what you call role-playing?” the very last voice Rafe wanted to hear right then inquired.
A soft moan of frustration tumbled from Rafe’s throat while Philippe shook in his arms with silent laughter. Almost in unison, they turned their heads to see a tall, slender man in a dapper suit and bow tie dotted with jack-o’-lanterns standing a couple of dozen feet away. His black hair was wild about his head, and a confused expression drew lines across his youthful face.
On either side of the man stood a wolf. The largest of the two was black, like a fanged shadow, while the smaller was a mix of gray and white. One hand rubbed the head of the black wolf while the fingers of his other hand seemed to caress the ears of the small, gray one absentmindedly.
Rafe was in no mood for his twin brother, Bel, and his two shifter lovers. He had his mate in his arms, seconds away from the most delicious bite.
“Yes, Bel, this is role-playing. Or, more appropriately, this isforeplaythat you’ve interrupted. I would have thought one of those mutts beside you would have taught you that lesson,” Rafe snarled.
Bel’s nose wrinkled, and his upper lip curled so that the nearby lamplight glinted off a fang. “Please don’t talk about sex and my mates. That’s just…ew. Besides, we have no need for role-playing. They are everything that I could ever desire.”
Rafe opened his mouth to deliver a crushing diatribe on all the glories of sexual exploration with your mate when Philippe’s hand covered his lips. “I’m assuming Marcus sent you to remind us we’re expected at his place,” Philippe said with a hint of laughter dancing among his words.
“Precisely,” Bel confirmed with a nod.
“I promise we’ll be along shortly. I won’t allow Rafe to be late.”
The black wolf bumped Bel’s hand as if giving him the nudge he needed. With another nod, Bel turned and walked through the park, the wolves trotting along beside him. A caw cut through the silence as a large black raven dove from a tree branch to settle on Bel’s shoulder.Bloody spying bird.
The hand covering his mouth slid away, and Rafe turned his attention to the loveliest green eyes he’d ever stared into. A wonderful smile played on Philippe’s lips, washing away the last bit of irritation caused by his brother and wrapping him in a warmth only his mate could create.
“Now, where were we?” Philippe purred.
“I think I was about to punish you for calling me a horrible mate.” Rafe tipped his head up to place a lingering kiss on the corner of Philippe’s mouth.
“And would this punishment involve making love to me on this park bench until I scream your name loud enough for all the city to hear?”
“Yes, most definitely.”
Philippe hummed as he captured Rafe’s mouth in a slow, draining kiss that was stealing away the last bits of his willpower. Rafe wrapped his hand around Philippe’s throat, his thumb caressing that frantic pulse. He wanted more, all that he could get from Philippe. Never in his long existence had he thought he’d find a love like he had with this man. Philippe was his everything. His perfect match in every way.
But his lover ended the kiss too soon.
“It will have to wait, my darling,” Philippe murmured, his lips brushing against Rafe’s tantalizingly with every word he spoke.
“What?”
“We’re expected.”
“But—”
“I promised to have you there on time.”
